micropoem for the day: cat tending

Cats have their routines. They eat. They sleep. They chase things. They poop. The good thing is that, unlike dogs, you introduce a cat to the litter box and the cat knows where her # 1 and her # 2 go. Dogs have to be trained. Cats are born with manners. It’s in the Cat’s Guide to Life. As long as the poop box is kept clean, the cat is pleased as punch to give her poop a home. Here’s the process all cat owners must adapt to. 

litter box washed clean,
wiped down, new litter
ready for cat inspection

haiku for the day: sand

Cats eat, they sleep, they lick themselves, and they poop. One of the first things I learned about cats is that they are not dogs. They don’t have to be taught where to poop. Show them the litter box, and they never have to be told again. Unless there are health problems. Otherwise it’s the poop box or bust. Maybe this was the reason the Egyptians thought they were gods. Gods always know where the poop box is. ‘Course the Greek gods seem to ignore that rule. Zeus continually pooped all over the place. Just ask Hera.

cat in litter box
her paws splashing grains of sand
the floor a new beach